test drive memeeeeee

[veryroundbird]

Throne of Shadows
TEST DRIVE MEME!!!

Here is a place where you can test out characters for the setting and accrue samples for your applications! Roll on the scenarios provided below, or come up with your own!

Scenario Builder

You are...

1. In the Purple Room (aka the pub)
2. In the Blue Room (aka the library)
3. At the rooftop garden
4. In the bathroom
5. Your bedroom
6. Someone else’s bedroom

You’re feeling...

1. Happy
2. Tired
3. Angry
4. Nostalgic
5. Like someone stabbed you—oh, hey, they did, fancy that
6. Horny

Somewhat unusually...

1. The room has been destroyed.
2. There are carnival games set up.
3. You suddenly cannot verbally communicate.
4. There’s a lot of alcohol here!
5. There is a box of adorable kittens here.
6. There is a dead body on the floor.

Comments

Re: 4-4-3

[barkingatwolves]

The day had started rough and gotten worse, culminating in a nearly three hour teleconference. Gretchen had needed to pee for about two and a half hours of that. By now she's pretty sure her back teeth are just going to come loose and float out of her skull.

Fortunately, there's a bathroom right there. She's in such a rush she doesn't even bother to knock before bursting through the door, which is something she regrets nearly instantaneously.

"Oh my god! You're... um..." She boggles at Spike for a moment; she hadn't been expecting naked dude, and it's thrown her just a little. "Um... right!" She turns on her heel and exits, slamming the door behind her. "I'm so, so sorry, I didn't realize there was anyone in here," she calls through the door. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to, uh, surprise you."

There's a moment of silence. "Um... also are you nearly done? I kind of sort of reeeeeally need to pee."

[idolstolemylook]

Spike opens his mouth to call out, to tell her it's okay, she can come in. He's still staring at the floor, doesn't notice for a moment that no sound has issued forth. He frowns. Shaking himself, he stands, wrapping a towel around his waist. He tries again, but he can't speak.

Going to the door, he opens it, staring out at her. His expression is tired, and he tries again, opening his mouth.

Nothing.

[girl_friday]

[She sits on the edge of the tub, watching him curiously.]

You asked if I'm bored. Aren't you?

[girl_friday]

"No," she lies snoothly.

"Someone said a man named Loki was in here." And as confident and serene as if she had no idea what this man was capable of, she strolled to the drinks (why alcohol was in a library, she has no idea) and began making herself a martini with extra olives

[fullondiva]

[Tony has to think about that.]

S'that a trick question?

[girl_friday]

No. This just seems like old habits dying hard.

[She gestures vaguely.]

Drunk in public, flirting with the first woman to stumble in on you. You're on a new planet. Aren't you curious?

[oregoniandionysus]

[He looks up at the sound, his spine straightening in one precise, fluid motion. On a slightly-more-than-subconscious level, he'd wanted someone to hear and come running, but now that someone actually has, he's feeling self-conscious, already working to put up his facade again.

John. Nice guy. Not really his type, and anyway Eliot gets a 'Reply hazy, try again' read off of him - so he's been friendly, but not any more flirtatious than his standard.

Of course, right now he isn't feeling flirty in any case.

He runs his hands over his face and sighs. Gives John a look, like Sorry, lost my mind for a moment there, and leans his elbows on his knees.]

[fullondiva]

[He frowns at her, sitting up a little straighter. He's had some practice being drunk, after all. It's like an art.]

'Course I'm curious. Been all over this place, no way out. Some sort of force fields, no visible power supply, no access through terminals. And how do you know you're the first woman to stumble in? This isn't a habit, Pepper. It's coping.

[myblogwonabafta]

[Eliot looking up breaks the odd spell, but it doesn't diminish the resemblance nearly enough for John's comfort. Now that he's noticed, he can't un-see it. And the man's posture, his expression, maybe the aura of abject despair, remind him forcibly of his friend. John steps forward, unable to leave him now just on the basis of his instincts as a doctor, let alone the rest.]

You all right?

[He glances around for the source of the disturbance, the mirror shattered, and his eyes dart back to Eliot's hands.]

Did you hurt yourself?

[girl_friday]

[She reaches out to adjust some of his hair that's fallen into his face.]

Your "coping" is going to kill you by way of liver disease before that reactor ever gets a chance.

[fullondiva]

[He's not listening. He's leaning into her hand, craving touch, anything. He's drunk and he's lonely, dammit.]

It's just tonight, Pepper. Just once, stop trying to be my mom.

[barkingatwolves]

Gretchen doesn't notice Spike's voice problem at first; she's still babbling apologies and gesturing frantically to illustrate.

"I know, I know, I should have knocked, but it's just, I've been in the meeting all afternoon and I didn't even think, I just..." She pauses mid-gesture, catching sight of his face; she frowns, dropping her hands. "Hey man, are you... are you okay?"

[idolstolemylook]

Spike holds up one hand, the other clutching his towel. And shakes his head. He points to his mouth, makes a "talking" motion with his hand, and shakes his head again. He doesn't give a shit about her seeing him naked. But he's a little worried about this talking thing.

[girl_friday]

Tony...[She strokes his cheek gently, fingers light against his warm, wet skin.]

I don't try to be your mother. I try to be your--[A pause.]--I don't try to be your mother.

[fullondiva]

[He looks up at her, eyes wide and a little vague.]

Yeah. [His voice has gone soft as he looks at her. No, he doesn't think about her like a mother. Not at all.] Feels good.

[girl_friday]

I know.

[There's a fraction of hesitation. And then she's slid the towel off and discarded it, and she is getting into the tub with him.]

[oregoniandionysus]

[Eliot holds up his hands, turns them back to front. Not a scratch. He could try to explain kinetic magic without speaking, but he's not in the mood. So instead he just makes a fluttery, dismissive gesture at the broken glass. The mirror had it coming.

This is followed by a smile at John, wry and thankful and still rather self-conscious, and he adjusts himself again, to sit up an inch straighter and lean back against the bed.]

[fullondiva]

[This? This is so much better than being drunk and horny and alone. He watches as Pepper slides into the water with him, wondering for a second if he's dreaming again but deciding, no, this is way too Peppery to be his fantasy. Even if it's strikingly similar. He shifts to both make room for her and make sure she has to be close to him--it's complicated, but he's a genius. He brushes some hair back from her forehead, unconsciously mirroring her earlier gesture, but he gets her face wet in the process.]

[myblogwonabafta]

[He doesn't get it, no, but he can see the man's not hurt. Not cut, anyway. The smile is strange to him, unfamiliar on a face he knows as well as his own. Maybe better. And he can't back away. This isn't Sherlock--he knows this. But he's obviously in need. And John can't read him like he can Sherlock, especially since self-deprecation was never in Sherlock's repertoire, but he can't look away.

Still, he's nervous, probably painfully obviously so, and he grimaces.]

Forgive me, but... did something happen to your throat?

[barkingatwolves]

Gretchen's eyes flick downwards for a second, then back up. Not really the time! "You can't talk? Why, what happened? I guess you can't really answer that right now."

Right. He was out of the bathroom. "Um, could you hold that thought? For just one second? I, ah, I kind of need to..." She trailed off with an apologetic smile as she slipped around him into the bathroom.

[girl_friday]

[She just smiles, and she leans her face against his touch for a small moment.]

Come here. [Then she's pulled away and is drawing his head against her shoulder. Despite the warning not to be maternal, it's a comforting gesture, not a sexual one. Not yet, anyway.]

[fullondiva]

[Maybe not on her part. But he's naked, she's naked, and hell he's already got a hard-on for whatever reason. So he goes, and willingly, but his hand wanders under the surface of the water. Over her belly, as his face turns and his lips find damp skin.]

[girl_friday]

Tony.

[She doesn't stop him, though, and she doesn't sound all that offended. Maybe that's a better indication than anything else. For her own part, she simply strokes his hair, sighing softly against it and closing her eyes.] You'll be okay.

[fullondiva]

[Oh yeah. He has a feeling, a strong feeling now, that things are about to get a lot better. He shifts, turning even more into her, curled at her side but hardly infantile. She tastes like soap and salt. That's okay. His hand flattens on her skin. She's so warm. He wants so much. And maybe it wouldn't have mattered who had walked into the room, but it sure as hell matters that it was Pepper. Somehow, there's a logic in there. But Tony Stark, drunk and horny, needs no logic.]

[girl_friday]

[She should have locked the door, some vague voice in the back of her mind reminds her. It's still open.

And she's about to give into all this, ignore it, but the logical and still loudest part of her mind suddenly freezes at that.]

Go shut the door. [She pulls away sharply, hands on his chest and holding him out at arm's length. A clear message that nothing is happening until she's not paranoid about someone walking in.]